Raynes, Raven says too many nice things about me. One of these days she'll come to her senses.
Before I begin to tell you stories of the residents here, you need a little background. I'll condense it to save time and space.
There is a place in Pennsylvania nestled between protected farm land and protected natural reserves. It has no mail delivery, it doesn't have an address, and is not evident that it even exists. It is not open to the public. A closer look will show you three houses, a barn with stable, a kennel, a few sheds and other out buildings.
There are pastures where you will see cows, goats, and horses freely grazing. If you time it right, you might see herding dogs working to move the cows or goats to another pasture.
An inside look at one of the houses reveals that it's not a house for humans. The house has a kitchen, bathroom, and laundry and storage in the basement. But the rest of the house is built and sectioned off to accomodate cats. There are large windows and sunrooms with lounging cats.
There is a building with outside kennels to accomodate dogs, mostly working dogs. The entire property is built to give animals a natural habitat. There are people working to maintain the animals, the property, and the purpose.
The animals are all happy. At one time these animals were either considered unadoptable, abused, mistreated, or sentenced to a miserable life, and in some cases, death. They are the forgotten. But not anymore.
This is where I live.
Then I threw a wet peppermint teabag at him!
Those movies (Ben, Willard) really ruined rodents for me.
